The cold wind outside the city was biting, and the old trees blocking the road exuded the smell of decay.

The storyteller didn't look at the two who killed him, but looked at the dead tree that stood in the way, and his old eyes were confused.

"Hand over all the tickets on your body first, and you will be given a choice of a happy death. The man who did it said coldly.

The storyteller hugged the package in his arms, looked up at the two of them, and opened and closed his mouth in a mysterious rhythm: "The old man has traveled north and south for many years, and has seen many strange things, and there is a story in his heart that has never been told to anyone.

"Old thing, you have been nagging in the carriage all the way, and now you have to tell a story again?" The man who did it sneered and opened his shirt, and there was a golden charm attached to it, "Don't show off your means, when we are the two fools who listen to you in the teahouse? With the Requiem Talisman, no matter how powerful your Gu Soul Technique is, it can't bewitch us!"

The storyteller smiled bitterly, yes, how could they not know his methods, how could they be defenseless.

The storyteller was about to untie the package in his arms, but the two seemed to think he was verbose, so they grabbed the package without saying anything, tore it open, glanced at the things inside, and his face changed drastically, and hurriedly threw the package to the ground and retreated, exclaiming: "What is this?"

There was a hairy mass on the ground, curled up at first, the size of a child of two or three years old, and then it stretched out and stood on the ground, and the two of them looked at it, and it was a dead dog with a somewhat shriveled body, and a bag hanging from its neck.

The corpse dog's eyes grunted and rolled jerkily, and he looked at the storyteller.

The storyteller grinned and said, "Good dog, follow the path that the old man told you, and return to the roots for the old man!"

Half a year ago, he met a sick dog, saw that it was pitiful, so he took it to eat and sleep with him, after a while, the dog died, but the dog died but not stiff, the eyes could turn to look at him, he asked the dog if he was reluctant to let him? The dog blinked. He took pity on the dog, used the ancestral soul Gu technique, talked to the dog all night, and finally refined the dog into a Gu soul corpse dog, and never abandoned it.

Where there were people, he hid the dog in a package.

Where there is no one, such as in the wilderness, he will let the dog out, chat and relieve his boredom, and the dog can help him catch some game to eat, just like when the dog was alive in the past.

Woo!

The corpse dog seemed to see that the storyteller was in a bad situation, roared sadly, and ran wildly into the distance!

"The old thing is cunning, the ticket is on the dog, chase it!" the two shouted angrily, and unfolded their bodies to chase after the corpse dog.

The old man looked at the backs of the two men, getting closer and closer to the corpse dog, and nervously grabbed a pair of withered old hands.

Rumble!

At this time, an elegant figure suddenly appeared, blocking the front of the two people, and raised his hand to shoot out two fireballs diffused with dazzling white light, which hit the two people, and in the blink of an eye, the two of them waved their hands miserably in the firelight, turning into flying ashes, and the scene was terrifying.

When the storyteller saw that the man was wearing a danrobe, he muttered, "The little deputy palace master's person is also here." ”

The person who came was Zhang Wuling, who had left the city after hearing the news.

In the next moment, the storyteller's pupils shrank, and where the corpse dog ran away, he saw five or six figures appearing, all of them wearing danrobes, and one of them was still carrying the corpse dog in his hand, and said in a lost voice: "It's hard to return to the roots of fallen leaves!"

"If you catch the dog, you will almost be killed!" Zhang Wuling scolded the five or six Xiaogong disciples who walked to his side with the dog.

"Hehe!" several Xiaogong disciples smiled awkwardly, "Elder Zhang is here, so we don't need to make a move, we also want to see your Danhuo technique, amazing, powerful!"

These five or six Ziyang Xiaogong disciples had actually been lurking here for a long time, and the dead tree that blocked the way was broken by them.

Zhang Wuling glanced at the corpse dog in his disciple's hand and walked straight to the storyteller.

The storyteller sat on the ground, with his back to the carriage, looked up at this elegant man with a kind face but full of vicissitudes, and said with a wry smile: "The old man has long expected that there are not only two of them who will kill me, and you Ziyang Xiaogong will definitely make a move, if you want to kill or kill the old man, you will accept your fate, but there is a request, can you let this dog go?"

"It is a capital crime to slander and slander the little deputy palace master. Zhang Wuling looked at the storyteller, and his voice was cold.

"The old man knows. The storyteller nodded, "The old man was still thinking about it, if he could die in the hands of the little deputy palace master, at least he could atone for his sins, and fortunately he waited for you to come, but without that dog, the old man's little grandson would starve to death!"

Zhang Wuling beckoned to the disciple carrying the corpse dog, and the disciple stepped forward and handed the corpse dog out.

Zhang Wuling grabbed the corpse dog, and the corpse dog was fierce and bared its teeth.

The storyteller closed his eyes in despair, and the old tears flowed again.

Then the storyteller suddenly felt that his arms sank, and when he opened his eyes, he saw that the good dog who depended on life and death was actually in his arms.

The corpse dog opened his mouth and licked the storyteller's face with his shriveled and blackened tongue, shaving his old face in pain.

The storyteller hugged the corpse dog tightly and looked up at Zhang Wuling in confusion.

Zhang Wuling turned around and swept in the direction of Qingqiu City, leaving only the storyteller's back.

"Old man, get in the car!" the disciple of the little palace who had just carried the dog pointed to the carriageway with a straight face.

"How long will I live?" asked the storyteller, hugging the dog.

"It's up to you. The disciple of the small palace looked at the storyteller, "Looking at your face, you should live for another twenty or thirty years!"

"Don't kill me?" the storyteller was stunned.

"If I want to kill you, I'll die. The little palace disciple jumped into the carriage first and grabbed the whip, "My little deputy palace master has already guessed that your life is not in danger, let me wait to protect you secretly for a few days, my little deputy palace master also has a large number of adults, and he won't worry about an old man like you, but I can't let you go now, as for what to leave you for, I'm afraid you know it yourself, get in the car!"

The storyteller was stunned for a long time with his mouth open, his eyes suddenly flashed with excitement, and he nodded busily: "I know, I know, it's good." ”

Then, the storyteller patted the corpse dog on the back: "Good dog, we can return to the roots this time, let's go!"

The corpse dog jumped out of the storyteller's arms, ran into the distance in an instant, and saw that the Xiaogong disciple did not stop it, turned his head and looked at the storyteller deeply, and then ran farther and farther, and disappeared.

The storyteller stood up, patted the soil on his body, and was about to climb into the carriage, but was lifted up by the rest of the small palace disciples and forcibly stuffed into the carriage: "Hurry up, hurry up, if it's too late, you won't be able to see the little deputy palace master fighting with people!"

The storyteller poked his head out of the carriage again: "Wouldn't it be more majestic to tell the old man more about the story of the little deputy palace master?"

The little palace disciple who was driving the carriage shook the horsewhip and said proudly: "My little deputy palace master is majestic in everything!"

Zhang Wuling, who was originally going back to the city, encountered an accident on the way, and someone was killing people......

PS: At noon, I can't resist the enthusiasm of relatives and friends.,Drunk and lay down miserably.,Led to sleep at night.,Now it's the first watch.,Let's go to sleep after reading this watch.,Light dust slowly code the second more.,The third change.,Before dawn it will be able to finish the code.,I'm sorry everyone.。

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